The corner of the black robe in Ethan's hand had vanished.
When he first spotted it, the hem had been submerged in water. The moment he lifted it, that portion instantly disintegrated into icy dust.
This was proof of just how terrifyingly cold the water in the pond was. Even if he'd brought a container, it would have shattered instantly. Strangely, despite its extreme chill, the water itself showed no signs of freezing.
"I'll teach you an arcane method to store it in your Mindscape," Morzan said.
Suddenly, a method for circulating Soul Power appeared in Ethan's mind.
"Huh…?" He froze. Wasn't this the same ability he'd envied the Whitmore family for?
Ignoring Lars' presence, he immediately began channeling his Soul Force according to the technique.
With a thought—whoosh!
The black robe in his hand disappeared.
Ethan's eyes lit up as his consciousness plunged into his Mindscape. There, the vanished robe lay discarded on the island at the center of the lake.
